Chapter 8 Effective

• Ethan's POV
• I've already had a shitty ass morning at home and a terrible day in the office. I lost a very important deal that I was looking forward to for six months. Lunch was a drag-- I didn't enjoy it-- and Sharon wouldn't shut up about the Bahamas. I told her I would take her, that was before she got bitten by a mosquito. I lost my cool at the damn restaurant and yelled at her; one could only imagine what I had said to her. To my surprise, she didn't respond. She just got up and kissed my cheek and told me she'd be at the house when I calmed down.
• Arriving home, I remembered the conversation I had with Agnes before hiring Emma.
• I had Emma prepare another cup of coffee and met her in the kitchen for it where the others were assemble as well.
• I'd let go Agnes. Why? Because she was getting up there in age had spoken to me about her retirement plan. She knew the drill. I had already placed a large sum of money in her account for the years she had served me. She'd served her time well. Even though it appeared I did it over the salt, I only did that to teach the other women a lesson. The fear in their eyes, especially Emma's, was priceless.
• The supermarket manager had already informed me that there had been a mixed up batch of milk from the manufacturer. So, it wasn't any of my employees' fault, so I couldn't fire anyone for that.
• Having Agnes leave, didn't have much affect on me. I barely was at home and barely ate there. I would usually go to a restaurant with Sharon or grab something while out, and I was always traveling to different countries.
• I went to my study. The files I had for my COO to look over were missing. I'd had those files on the desk yesterday and now they were fucking missing! Someone must have been in here.
• I went to locate Halley and Emma. They had already finished their duties for the day so they should've been in their rooms.
• I knocked on Emma's door. "Emma, were you in my office," I asked when she opened it, "and don't you fucking lie to me!" I couldn't control my anger and I seemed to have scared her.
• "No, sir."
• "Emma, there were some very important files on my desk and now I can't find them. WHERE ARE THEY?"
• "Sir, I don't know. Under no circumstances did you want us in the office, and I've never entered it."
• "Why is it that I don't believe you? You've been here for some days and you have already screwed up so many times."
• "I'm sorry, but I don't know about any files."
• "You're indeed incompetent. Exactly what do you really know, Emma?"
• "Sir, please don't talk to me like that. I don't like your attitude."
• "Shut up, and don't lecture me about my attitude. You're a maid, not my mother. Why don't you get out of my sight and go make me a cup of coffee!"
• I was over the edge and couldn't believe what I'd just said to her; but that's the funny thing about words. Once they leave your mouth, you can't erase the damage done. Before I could even apologise, she scurried to the kitchen and I was certain she was crying.
• What's wrong with you Ethan?
• I went in the kitchen after her and stood quietly at the door. She wiped her glasses before wiping her eyes.
• See what you've done? You made her cry! You fool!
• She placed the coffee on a tray.
• I entered the kitchen and she looked at me as if she had seen the devil. She rested the tray down and ran away as quickly as possible.
• I felt horrible. I knew I was the boss. I made the rules and wanted them abided, but I didn't want them to fear me as if I was a damn monster who would eat them, bones and all.
• My employees at Hollen Tower were very close with me, yet they respected me. We were friends. But, lately, I had been lashing out at everyone there and now I was doing it to Emma. She had been here less than a week and I had managed to traumatise her into a state where she actually ran away from me.
• I went back to her door. I knocked and she opened it again.
• "Emma, I'm sorry. I never should of lash out on you like that."
• She nodded her head, maybe she was too afraid to speak up again. She lowered her head, avoiding my eyes. I lifted her chin gently. Her eyes matched her silky caramel skin, which was always covered in over-sized clothes. She looked afraid. Her full lips were quivering and her palms were sweaty and cold; she kept wiping them along her clothes. Her thick hair was pulled back and her glasses were just too big for her small oval face, but she was beautiful-- naturally beautiful.
• A heat rushed through me, something I had never felt before. It struck like a bolt of electricity through my body. I pulled her closer towards me with one arm, since the other was holding my coffee.
• "Emma. Do you accept my apology?"
• "Yes, sir," she finally spoke.
• "Are we alright now?"
• "Yes, sir."
• "Must you call me sir all the time?"
• "Yes, sir."
• I chuckled lightly, looking into her eyes, then I couldn't stop myself anymore. I claimed her lips as if it belonged to me.
• She didn't respond; she just stood there.
• I pulled away. "Oh, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that," I said, saving my pride which was going out the window.
• "Sir... maybe I should go back to my room."
• "You're right. Good night."
• I let go of her and went upstairs, face palming myself as I drank my coffee.
• _______
• I laid on my imported king-sized bed. A knock came on my door. ''Who is it?''
• "It's me, sir."
• "It's open."
• Emma entered looking so innocent and pure in a long white baggy T-shirt.
• "Sir, I honestly didn't go your office. I wouldn't without your permission. I'm not so careless and forward."
• "That's okay, Emma. I'll find them if they're still here."
• She nodded and flashed a bright smile.
• I got off my bed and walked over to where she was standing. I was suddenly hungry, not for food, but for her. I pinned her against the door in a haste.
• "Do I have permission to touch you?" I asked. The last thing I wanted was to force myself onto a woman.
• "Yes, sir," she mumbled clearly.
• I kissed her hurriedly, lifting her up against the door and parting her thighs with my hands. I felt her, rubbing her. She let out a moan, "Oh, sir!"
• "Call me Ethan," I said under heavy breath and was about to enter her when suddenly...
• "Ethan! Ethan, wake up!"
• I leaped out of my dream and saw Sharon standing over me. Her eyes blazing with concern and questions.
• I hope I wasn't talking in my sleep.
• "Are you okay, because it sounded like you were struggling."
• "Bad dream."
• "Baby, are we okay now?" She sat down beside me.
• I was still in recovery from the dream. My manhood was popping in my shorts underneath the covers. "Yeah, we're good."
• "Baby, let's get married when we go to the Bahamas next week. I don't wanna wait anymore."
• "Huh? Oh... Ummm... Sure."
• Honestly, I had no idea what she'd just said. My mind was still lost in the dream.